At times I live in a fantasy world.
Or as I like to look at it, “a glass half-full kind of world.”
Because that’s the way glass half-full kind of people spin the notion of delusional thinking.
When I check out the weather forecast in the morning, I flip channels, “shopping” for the best forecast. In other words, if five of them say 79 and partly cloudy with chance of rain, I’ll hold out until I get 74 and partly sunny. Then when everyone tells me to bring an umbrella, I can say “But no! It’s going to be 74 and sunny!” And I will insist I am right.
Similarly when I go on those sites where you can create an avatar and see how, say, a bathing suit might look on you, I start with my real measurements and excellent intentions to be honest with myself. But eventually I start shaving inches.
It’s easy to justify: Okay so when I lose ten pounds and all of them in my hips, let’s see what this nutmeg/celadon tankini will do for me.
The real trouble starts when I start adding inches to my height.
But once again, I ran into problems.
I started here:
professional guidance, shirt with breast milk stain on left nipple.
Also, shapeless maternity pants to match the shapeless triceps.